You spot a large shadow in the tavern you're in. Wondering what it is, you get up from your stool and walk over, tapping the large thing's shoulder. It turns around, revealing that it's an impressively fat male gnoll... a foul stench coming from him... Huge fat rolls cascading down from his sides, massive tufts of unkept hair poking out from his armpits, and a nasty amount of saliva dripping from his mouth... He looks down at you with a slight smirk, rubbing his huge belly and loincloth as he puts his large pint of ale down. After a short moment of staring at each other, he finally speaks in a crude, loud, deep voice. "HELLO. ME TRORRG. WHY YOU WANT TALK TO TRORRG?"